I am pretty much at an all time low right now.
David emailed me last night. His application fell through.
At work today the fryer bubbled over slightly and spilled some grease on the floor. I kept going and just pushed the grease into a corner to clean it up later. Anne came by an hour later, while it was still busy and, despite it endangering no one but me, and I had been doing fine for an hour, freaked out. I had to stop cooking in the middle of the rush and she just let the tables in the cafe sit without food and didn't even tell them about it. I cleaned it up, but it took a while, and she just ran around madly and did nothing constuctive, and then realized that her tables were waiting forever for food and freaked out at me and sent me home. I doubt that I have a job any more. Not that it was particularly in my best interests to stay.
Dad, I'm going to have to know the details of what you sent to the cafe. It was a bad choice, and I could have had you send it to Josh and Carol's if you had asked. I want to punch Anne.
I'm in a bad mood, and I hope trivia tonight might pick up my mood, and, if not, the drinking afterwards. I work at 8 tomorrow. If she doesn't call and fire me, I will go in and see how I feel, assuming she still wants me to work. She's so hard up for staff. And her 50-yr-old Italian chef took one look at the kitchen and turned down the job. I laughed. At least today was payday.
Homeless and likely unemployed for Christmas.
Shit.
EDIT! Not homeless. Found a place less than an hour after I posted this and just went, saw it, and paid my first week's rent.
The place: It's not flashy. I didn't expect it to be. It's cheaper than pretty much anywhere else I've looked. It's five or six blocks further from the beach than I was, but that's a trek I can handle. The downside is that there's no living room etc. Kitchen, bathroom, washing machine, computer with internet (!) and a bed, closet and shelf. And a TV in my room. No cable, but, really, that's ok. 3 roommates. All male. Vietnamese, Australian, French. With no cable, I think I am going to have to start doing some more extracurricular activities, but, with a gap of about $90 per week between this and the one I turned down, I think that's manageable. I also applied for a job that starts downtown Melbourne in mid Jan, and he wants me to interview then ish also. Kitchen job again. But I'll walk down Ackland st. tomorrow and see if there are any posters in windows. Things are looking up. Need a DVD player. Probably will just get a PS2. So functional! Feel a little better. Will get good and drunk tonight. I think I'll quit even if she doesn't fire me. I'm employable, and I think I forgot that for a minute. I'll be ok.
Write me! Thailand!
-P
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Oh My Dear Patrick,
Just remember there are some people in the world impossible to please and you have found one of those people in Anne, so don't beat yourself up over her. I have met at least 3 such people over the years and it is very frustrating when they are your boss, but she is the one with the problem...she is the witch.....dont take it upon yourself to try to be the one to succeed with her. Why bother. Life is too short.
I am very proud to be the first to your blog and to just have spoken to you on the phone. Good luck with the new place you are looking to move into. I hope it does not turn out to be too good to be true.
Love always,
Mom
Patreezy, sounds pretty shitty, but you just gotta keep on keepin' on. How are the other employees in the restaurant? Is there a university or college nearby? You could walk around in there to find some bulletin boards to see if anyone is looking for roommates.
Hey, son ... think of all this as great material for your book. Glad to hear you've pretty much solved things. Do you still get to spend Christmas with the English Couple? You know how enamoured I am with surprises, so forgive my impulsiveness in getting the Wicked Witch of Melbourne involved. I'm certain it will work out okay (just wish we'd bought you a dvd player now) That old saw about getting knocked down is true and while I agonize over your bad moments, I know they're putting you in touch with some internal resources you probably didn't know you had. Hang in. LYMY. p.s. I didn't know blogging was a competitive sport ...
p.s. I deleted the earlier post to fix a spelling error ... I am SO lame.
wow. i dont know what to say to you pat. A two-hour complete 180 on life between post and update. I'm glad the positive angle came more recently... will you email me back already? has your blog (and your parents' responses) been inspired by the superficial?
Yo. Where can i send your christmas present? I know it'll be late, but its a sweet deal, so i want you to get it!!
-S
hmmm, inspired by the superficial .. (rolling the phrase on my tongue) ... not sure what that means. Obscure, at least. And then there's the phrase "...good and drunk." which sounds oxymoronic ... or at least ... well, hey, I'm your DAD. Thanks for the call. DON"T open the gifts until we call on Christmas. lymy.
ok ok ok, i have so much to tell you. First of all, you said you were going to come and visit me in brissie in like may? are you in fact aware that i will be in singapore or thailand at that time? (i'm leaving OZ on march 9) secondly, it's so nice to see that someone's having the same problems as myself...not to be happy at your misery or anything...but yea, the job thing? prouving to be difficult. I'm registered with two temp agencies at the moment but there doesn't seem to be any work till the new year. bummer. hmmm, i can't remember what else i wanted to tell you, i did just read your entire blog in one sitting so forgive me for not remembering all of my responses. ANYWAY< miss you. txt me at some point. 04 2423 9215 (love)
jenn seems like a nice woman. take her.
PS> Frank Gore is the starter for the NFC pro bowl team. Fall from Grace, Shaun Alexander.
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